Have mercy on me, sir Allow me to impose on you I have no place to stay And my bones are cold right through I will tell you a story Of a man and his
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head O poor Mary Bellows She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up
Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down. We make a little history baby Every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me And
I know you've heard it all before I'm sorry for this three year war For the setting up of camps and wire and trenches I'm sorry for the other night I
Just like a bird that sings up the sun In a dawn so very dark Such is my faith for you Such is my faith All the world's darkness Can't swallow up a single
Oh, what we once thought we had, we didn't And what we have now will, will never be that way again So we call upon the author to explain Our myxomatoid
Come over here, babe it ain't that bad I don't claim to understand the troubles that you've had But the dogs you say they fed you to lay their muzzles
How is little Thomas Magee? Thomas Magee, he swallowed a key Jedediah, little Thomas Magee Holly, holly, just let him be His wise now, little Thomas
They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day From the first day I saw her I knew
the foaming La la la la, la la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil That if, "bad
For you dear I was born For you I was raised up For you I've lived and for you I will die For you I am dying now You were my mad little lover In a world
Come on, come on There she stands, this lovely creature There she stands, there she stands With her hair full of ribbons And green gloves on her hands
Please forgive me If I appear unkind But any fool can tell you It's all in your mind Down in the meadow The old lion stirs As his hands cross his mouth
Little Janie, she wakes up from a dream A gun like a jawbone down the waistband of her jeans, oh yeah Mr. Sandman he could recite today's lesson in his
[Dig yourself] [Laz'rus dig yourself] [Laz'rus dig yourself] [Laz'rus dig yourself] [Back in that hole.] Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Little Janie she wakes up from a dream a gun like a jawbone down the waistb& of her jeans mr Sandman can recite today's lesson in his sleep he says (there
I'm so far away from you Pacing up and down my room Does Jesus only love a man who loses? I turn on the radio There's some cat on the saxophone Laying
Hold that chrysalis in your palm see it split and change it won't do you any harm it's just trying to rearrange it was born to live a day now it flies